Dimensional Descent

Chapter 925 - Lady Anya

Leonel's hair wafted beneath the wind. He could tell that if it wasn't for his innate Fire Elemental affinity, this breath alone might have been enough to scorch his skin.

He turned back, an indifferent look lighting his eyes. It was as though he couldn't see the fear in the guards nor the surrounding experts.

When Leonel's gaze met the steed's, the latter trembled slightly, its nostrils flaring and its body tensing. For some reason, this steed felt a large amount of pressure from Leonel. It wasn't the kind of pressure that said Leonel was stronger than it, but rather just the kind of pressure that said it should be afraid… It was a very subtle difference, almost like it was looking at what Leonel might become rather than what he was.

There were many races of people in the Dimensional verse, humans and the Oryx being just two that Leonel had met to this point. However, there was a large dividing line between species and this dividing line was humanoid versus bestial.

Humanoid races of people like humans and Oryx evolve more to rely on their active abilities and their talent was more malleable. But, the consequence of this is that there are more untalented humans that there are talented ones.

Bestial races evolve to rely on their innate abilities and their talent is far less malleable. However, this likewise means that there are more talented beasts than there are humanoids.

given is maybe the most fundamental diverging path of

was that the instinct of bestial races happened to be far sharper than humanoid races. As such, this steed of the Blood Mercury race was very much in tune with how much fear it should have for Leonel and was thus far

out a hand. Under the stunned gazes of those watching, Leonel

the steed trembled as though afraid that Leonel would harm it. But, when it sensed that Leonel had no ill

of the Blood Mercury race? Weren't they known for their fiery tempers? Weren't they able to stomp a mountain

White? Is something

melodious and sweet that silence almost fell, the only thing gracing their ears being the flute-like whistling of the wind as though

up and toward the carriage. In his life, he had only heard one other voice comparable. Suddenly hearing such a thing now caught him somewhat

same innate coercion, but something told Leonel that this was only because she was able to control it better. And, even

this voice alone, Leonel could tell that

nor were there any windows. Clearly, this Blood Mercury steed had more than enough intelligence of its

take out of this so

feet, leaving it all to their imagination. The dress itself

like a refreshing breeze whistled through the world. The sun seemed dimmer, the skies more somber, even the beautiful streets of the Guild